This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via pavorst)
this american dream
it all started with golden pavement. we walked along the salty, crowned seasides searching for a naked, fertile earth and when we found one, when we found a great green patch of lovely, we thrust a stick deep into the wellsprings of the deserts and built ourselves a wishing well out of hope we wished for freeness and we wished for love we wished for peace and silence and some of us...